Page 62 of Ethan's Sky

He feels like home.

My eyes begin to water, but I don’t let him see.

He slides my hips up then down, slowly. Our groans harmonize, and suddenly we’re moving.

His mouth is everywhere. My breasts, my collar bone, my neck. My ear. My mouth.

It’s absolute bliss.

His fingertips roam my skin, digging and gripping down my back, over my ass where they squeeze, grinding me down on his length even harder. The friction of our bodies hitting my clit just right, sending ripples of pleasure through me.

God, if this is a dream, please don’t let me wake.

I grind myself down on him, keeping in rhythm with the last song. It’s harder, an angry love song.

When Ethan sees I’m close he pistons up inside me, once, twice, three times. My body seizes, my hands slipping slightly from his shoulders. I grip his shirt, my orgasm comes fast and hard, stealing the breath from my lungs. I whimper as he pushes on, pumping into me again and again until finally he follows me over the cliff. My walls pulse, gripping him tight. His hand comes up between us, rubbing my clit tenderly bringing me down slowly.

His name rolls off my tongue in a whisper and Ethan stills beneath me but doesn’t say a word.

Shit.

We both sit pressed together, catching our breath as we come back down to earth. A small smile plays on my lips. I’m shocked I went through with it, and pleased I could bring him to breaking point with me.

I needed that. Him.

Ethan cradles my face, searching my eyes. I’m praying my dark make-up, and mask are enough to hide my identity.

My breath is coming in hard pants. My mind is slowly coming back online, tears fill my eyes as embarrassment begins to grip my heart.

I shouldn’t have done this. I was stupid to think I could have him this once and not want more.

I move off his lap and quickly grab my clothes, getting dressed. Ethan is standing with his jeans pulled up to his waist, the button still undone. He looks, confused, maybe even a little hurt, though I don’t know why.

He got what he wanted…a private one-on-one with Lady Scarlet. Why should he be confused about anything?

It’s what he wanted damnit!

It’s what you wanted.

Ethan studies me, his brow creased. I make a quick decision to kiss his cheek and run for the door just as Santiago knocks.

If he knew I tricked him into fucking me…

“Scarlet! We have to go.” Santiago shouts. When I throw open the door, there’s worry in Santiago’s eyes when he pulls me into his side ready to cart me away to the dressing room. He doesn’t speak or give me and explanation which only makes my stomach drop.

“What is it? What’s happened?”

“Nothing sweetheart. You just look like you needed a moment to yourself, and maybe could use a hug.”

I nod, accepting his embrace.

From behind the door of the room I just left, we hear Ethan shouting, “Fucking Fuck!”

I don’t wait to hear anymore and ask Santiago to take me home.

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ETHAN

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